My trembling hands clenched the fabric of my silk dress, and I slowly slid it up. I couldn’t see his face, but his eyes were practically burning holes into my back.
Warm. Intense. Hard.
I pulled my dress up over my ass, and it bunched around my hips, as I stayed bent over. The thong I wore barely covered my flesh. My ass cheeks were on display, my bare legs shaking, as I tried to keep myself still for him.
This was highly inappropriate.
But maybe it was why… the fact that it was inappropriate…had me wanting more. I grew damp between my thighs, my wetness coating my underwear. My body was tight with anticipation.
“Maddox,” I breathed, waiting for him to say something… to touch me.
But he stayed eerily quiet. I could hear his breathing, could feel him behind me, but he didn’t make a move to touch me.
His legs brushed against mine, and I let an involuntary shudder. The fabric of his pants seemed to feel rougher against my skin, even though I knew that wasn’t the case. I just felt more… in tune with Maddox. My body was hyperaware of every touch, every breath… every movement.
When he finally touched me…I almost moaned in relief.
The tips of his fingers brushed across my back, and his hands slid down to my ass. He cupped it almost possessively, before moving closer. His body molded over me, bringing his chest firmly against my back. Maddox kicked my legs open, forcing them further apart.
The slight coldness of the railing seeped through my dress, as I kept my chest pressed against it. My nipples pebbled, and my lips parted, a silent gasp escaping.
He rubbed his palms over my ass, caressing the soft globes. His voice lowered to a throaty timbre. “What am I going to do with you.”
I licked my lips. “Was that a question?”
“No, a statement.” Two fingers slid inside my thong and between the crease of my ass, rubbing the soft spot there. Right…there. Holy shit! I clenched and bit on my lip, hard. “I’m going to do a lot of things to you, Lila.”
I gasped with mock indignation. “You won’t…”
Smack.
It was a light tap compared to the spanking he had given me during our sex marathon. After manhandling me the night before, this was almost gentle. This one was just enough to sting before feeling more pleasurable.
He popped his hand over my ass again, and I bit my lips, holding in the moan that threatened to escape. My hips lifted on their own accord, as he rubbed the spot immediately, making me feel hot and aroused.
Smack. Smack.
He spanked me harder. Two quick swats that slowly burned my flesh, and this time, I couldn’t help but moan out loud. The heat between my legs intensified, and I throbbed.
It was painful: sweet torture.
Oh, sweet heavens!
“Maddox.” My voice came out soft and breathy. I could only imagine how it looked if someone caught us. Me, bent over with my dress around my hips, Maddox spanking me, as my wetness dripped down the inside of my thighs. The image was so… dirty… so… lewd, I couldn’t help but feel even hotter.
I arched into his body, as he peppered my ass, alternating between light and hard swats. He caressed my arched bottom, teasing both of us.
I felt him kneel behind me, his face leveled with my ass now. He slid my thong down my legs, and the soft fabric gathered around my ankles. I tried to close my legs, suddenly feeling overwhelmed by all of this.
“Show me your pussy, Baby.”
The pressure in my chest built up. My thighs clenched together at his words, but his hand landed on my ass so hard that I flinched, crying out, and my legs instantly fell open. “Show me, Lila. Show me how much you want me.”
Maddox nudged my legs open wider with his knees. His palms rubbed the globes of my ass, as my hand sneaked between my legs. A slight moan whispered across my lips, as I touched myself. I bent forward more, pressing my upper body against the railing and arching my hips up. Maddox’s fingers dug into my flesh, and he pulled my ass cheeks apart, just as I spread myself open, showing him my entrance.
He swore under his breath, and I closed my eyes, feeling my body flush under his intense, penetrating gaze. “You are so fucking beautiful, Lila.”
Of course, he’d say that. I was at his mercy, wide open for him to do as he pleased.
Maddox let out a low grunt. I felt his breath on my ass cheeks, before he gently bit down. I let out a small screech, my whole body clenching tightly, as he speared my heated core with two fingers at the same time. I bucked against him, crying out and feeling myself grow more damp.
I pulsed, throbbing with an intensity I couldn’t really describe.
Maddox continued to thrust his fingers in and out of me, and I shamelessly started to move with him, grinding against him.
“Maddox…Maddox!” His name was a gasping prayer on my lips. My legs started to shake, my knees growing weak, as he relentlessly continued to tease me. “Oh…Please! Please. Please.”
He slowly pulled away. The feeling of emptiness made me cry out, and I blindly reached for him. “I got you,” he muttered in my ear.
Don’t stop now.
I wanted everything he was giving me and more. “Don’t move.”
His body warmth left me for a mere second. I heard the sound of his belt unbuckling, his zipper being pulled down… and then he was on me again.
Crowding into my space, pressing against me, filling my senses with his touch… his scent… his… everything.
His hard length jerked between us, and the tip of his cock pressed against my core. He guided his length toward my center, slowly rubbing the head around my clit.
My fingers dug harder into the metal railing, as Maddox thrust inside slowly...so slowly, punishing both of us. I felt him, inches by inches, until he was deep inside of me. Jesus Christ! Over the last two days, I’ve had Maddox inside of me multiple times, in multiple positions, but every time felt like the first.
His breathing was ragged, his chest heaving with each breath. My eyes widened, as he rolled his hips slightly, making me feel him. All of him. There was no space between us. And I couldn’t breathe.
I was stretched fully, but the discomfort was barely there. He slowly pulled out and pushed back in a second later, with the same slow and torturous movement.
My gaze found the lit-up Eiffel Tower in the night, as Maddox took me from behind.
Oh God, this was his surprise.
Romance and dick on the side, he promised.
Yeah, he delivered.
Maddox grunted my name, the sound so primal, my womb clenched in response. His slow pace picked up, his thrusting became jerkier. Harder. Deeper. His fingers wrapped around my hair, curling his fist around it, until his knuckles dug into my scalp.
“Look to your left, eyes up,” Maddox growled, his voice hoarse, ragged.
I did.
My lips parted with a silent gasp as Maddox thrust back inside of me, his cock hitting me so deep, my toes nearly left the ground. “Do you see him?”
I whimpered in response.
Someone – from the silhouette, I’d guess it was a man – was watching us from the building beside us. All the buildings were so close together, and the man was only a floor higher than us, so there was no denying it – he could see everything.
A strangled sound escaped me. I would have thought maybe he didn’t see us. After all, it was dark outside, or maybe he had been preoccupied. Except, from the silhouette, it was obvious, as the man pulled his dick out from his pants and started jerking off.